Kindle Gift Book Novels & Stories

Cela remains disappointed. "C'mon. It's not like they bought everything. They just thought of giving the books as Christmas presents apart from the corporate giveaways. You must know that your mother enjoyed your first book so much. Too bad that she passed before the second one is out," Nanny Rita continued. "You've always been loyal to her," Cela said.

he said with a respectful smile. He then opened the booklet. Austin's eyes narrowed as he realized it was a gift list. He glanced at Ezra in surprise. "Do we really need to announce the gifts?" "Yes, we do," Ezra nodded. The middle-aged man then began to loudly announce the gifts. "Ten ancient ginseng roots, a bed made of golden-threaded wood." …… As each gift was announced, Austin was left in awe, and Cecily's face showed utter shock. Each gift was not necessarily priceless, but they were incredibly valuable.

I murmured, pulling her into a hug. She reached for my gift next, a larger one shaped like a book. Inside was a leather-bound journal, pages blank, along with a pen engraved with my initials. "For all your thoughts," she explained, watching my reaction. I flipped through the pages, the paper crisp beneath my fingers. “Perfect. Thank you, baby.” We kept exchanging gifts, a soft hand-knit scarf for her, and tickets to a show for me, something we’d been talking about for weeks. With each gift, we laughed, smiled, and shared quick kisses, wrapping paper piling up on the floor like confetti.

They remind me that my work is being read, that my stories matter, and that I am not writing into a void. Beyond reviews, I also want to talk about another form of support that means so much to writers like me: gifts and gems. In many writing platforms, these tokens are more than just digital items—they are symbols of encouragement. When you send a gift or a gem, you are telling me, “I believe in you. Keep going.” And believe me, that message is powerful. It lifts my spirits on days when I feel tired or unsure. It reminds me that my efforts are appreciated. It inspires me to push harder, to write longer, and to dream bigger.

“These are amazing! The best Christmas present ever!” I smile as he embraces her and as she beams, proud of the gifts her aunt has most likely helped her buy. He proceeds to open his other gifts; a Shiatsu back, neck and shoulder massager from his mother, a Bluetooth smart pen and notebook set from Paris, a wireless charging pad and organizer from Kennedy, and a Ralph Lauren messenger bag from Reagan. I see he has deliberately left my gift for last, and his brows raise when he unwraps my gift. “There Was a Country ,” he calls out the name of the Chinua Achebe book I found in Waterstone the day before. I’d been so excited seeing it and had bought it without a second thought, certain at the ti

“This isn’t liquor. It's just plain water! No taste at all!” The others who had taken a sip also frowned and spat it out. “It’s really just water!” “What’s going on? Water in a whisky bottle?” “That’s just messed up!” The whole room erupted. My in-laws’ faces turned green instantly. “That’s right. It’s just bottled water.” I gave Kevin a cold stare and added, “Every year, he takes 100,000 dollars from me to prepare New Year’s gifts, and this is what he sends to my parents. Plain water that costs two dollars. He bought it online. Even the packaging is recycled boxes.

Tania's was a yoga kit which made me smile (I really need that) and a lovely leather bracelet. Both of them gave me another special gift: a pretty photo book and the silver dress I wore earlier. Roe gifted me a life planner and a selfie photo case... Seems everyone knows I love photos. Goldie, yes Goldie surprisingly gifted me a stainless steel water bottle....well, she's cool. Kim's gift got me jumping and squealing happily, a beautiful Cuisinart ice cream maker... Oh my goshhhh!! You know what this means??? Excessive ice cream at anytime I need it. I need to give her a kiss for this...

I'm going to tell Mom and Dad you've been picking on me! [Viola, are you dead out there? Actually, it's better this way. I took the only thing that could have saved you—the Miracle Elixir. Now, death is your only choice! Just die already, it's better this way!] Dozens of venomous curses followed—each one so vicious that even the officers who had followed us fell into stunned silence. "Did... Jane sent these?" Charlie's hands trembled uncontrollably. He couldn't believe what he was reading, and the realization hit him like a physical blow—he was one of the people who had contributed to his daughter's death!

I even called my assistant at one point. “What kind of gifts do children like?” There was silence on the line. Then: “What exactly are you planning sir?” “Nothing.” Another pause. “You sound stressed.” “I’m not.” “You are literally calling me at midnight asking about children’s gifts.” Fair point. Eventually I settled on books. Beautiful hardcover books about space, inventions, oceans, puzzles, machines, and random scientific things children could obsess over for weeks. Then chocolates. Expensive handmade chocolate because apparently my brain had temporarily stopped functioning properly.

She brought books, not toys—classics, first editions, the kind of gifts that made Mira want to cry. "Every child needs stories," Priya said, kissing Mira's cheek. "These were mine, when I was young. Now they're hers." Mira hugged her. "Thank you." Dante came. Mira hadn't invited him—hadn't even thought about him, if she was honest. But there he was, standing in the doorway, a wrapped gift in his hands, his whiskey-colored eyes uncertain. "Simone sent me the address," he said. "I know I'm not—I know I don't have the right—"